Tuesday, December 18, 2018

“You want to spank me instead of
giving me a ticket?” Mia didn’t know if
her stunned disbelief stemmed from outrage at his audacity or the instant pickup
of her heart rate which caused her blood to heat in a volcanic rush through her
veins at the thought of his large hand connecting with her butt.

“In the worst way,” he admitted with
candor, not bothering to hide the truth.
Then again, when had he ever held back from letting her know where his
interests laid, she bemoaned.

They both heard Mia’s convulsive
swallow as she contemplated her choices.
It came down to she couldn’t afford an increase in her premiums. A shiver rippled down her spine as he pressed
closer and his warm breath tickled her neck when he nipped the tender
skin. Okay, maybe the strain on her
finances wasn’t the only reason she was giving his suggestion serious
consideration. If she could sate her
curiosity about the way her body was always so quick to react to his sexual
innuendos about putting her over his knee, remarks she never imagined would
titillate her before the divorce, maybe she could get him out of her mind once
and for all.

Taking a deep, nerve-bracing breath,
she muttered in a whisper, “Fine,” as if there might be someone around who
could hear her. “I’ll meet you…what?”
she gasped, incredulous as he spun her to face the truck and hiked up her
skirt. “Here?”

“No time like the present. Don’t worry, Mia, my body is blocking yours,
but even if I wasn’t, no one driving by can see back in this far.” With a hard yank, he drew another outraged
gasp from her when he tore off her panties.

Warm summer air wafted over her
exposed buttocks for the first time in her life, shocking her when the sudden
outdoor exposure elicited a thrill of excitement. Before she could grasp the significance of
that, he palmed her right cheek and squeezed, the instant pleasure from his
touch taking her breath away.

“Just as I thought,” Nolan rasped,
bending his head to nip her earlobe.
“Soft and malleable. And so
very…spankable.” He drew back and
slapped the same cheek, a light smack that tingled more than hurt.

Mia shut her eyes against the warm
dampness filling her long-neglected pussy, mortified by her response to what
should have been an abasing experience.
The next swat covered her other cheek and was just as potent as the
first. Her tense muscles relaxed, and
she was thinking this wasn’t so bad when he delivered a harder smack that
jiggled her flesh. A small cry slid past
her compressed lips, but he didn’t give her time to balk or complain as he set
about peppering her butt with a volley of spanks, alternating between light and
hard enough to sting while moving back and forth between her buttocks. A slow warmth enveloped her entire backside,
along with small prickles of pain as the slaps grew sharper. Unable to help herself, she lowered her head
to rest on her hands braced on the truck and tried to ward off the escalating
pulses spreading down to her sheath. A
part of her couldn’t believe she was letting him do this and an even more
insane part couldn’t fathom the escalating arousal the embarrassment and
discomfort added to.

Nolan stopped and caressed her
buttocks, the now soothing strokes calming her riotous senses.“I knew you had a submissive streak worth
exploring,” he said in a rough tone.

Blurb:

Newly divorced Mia Reynolds
doesn’t like Chief Nolan MacGregor. His arrogance gets under her skin, but it’s her body’s instant reaction every time he levels that cobalt gaze upon her or hints at giving her what he keeps insisting she wants that really gets to her. After her husband’s betrayal, she’s sworn off getting involved with anyone, and certainly isn’t going to trust her fragile heart with the town’s reformed bad boy.

Nolan wants Mia and refuses to let her prickly stubbornness stand in his way. Once he entices her into an affair and shows her the benefits of submitting to him, her off-the-charts responses prove he was right all along – she is the one for him. When his investigation into an illegal drug ring implicates Mia’s business, he never stops believing in her innocence. When the Feds go around him, Mia refuses to believe he hadn’t been with her
just to keep an eye on her and her nursery for proof the drugs were coming in
on the trucks carrying her landscaping orders.

Mia’s reluctance to trust Nolan completely lands her in trouble with a drug trafficker and it isn’t until she is kidnapped that she realizes what her insecurities and refusal to let go of the past might have cost her…

I
live in the Midwest with my husband and our dog, a lovable Great
Pyrenees/Standard Poodle. I love dogs,
enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and
working puzzles. We have traveled
extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now
prefer being a homebody. I worked for a
while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in
writing for myself peaking. My first
book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic
spanking romance with a touch of suspense.
My favorite genre to read is suspense.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

She wanted
to avenge her sister; they were determined to keep her safe. Whose will would prove to be stronger?

Excerpt:

Only sheer stubbornness kept Paige
from saying red when Trevor pulled her jeans down. Her natural inclination to protest this
indignity with ‘no way, no how’, fell to the wayside the minute her mons
pressed against Troy’s muscled thigh and she looked up to see raw lust and rich
approval etched on Trevor’s face. Then
Troy cupped her butt cheek, his calloused palm brushing against her bare skin setting
off sparks of pleasure that commanded her attention. She’d yearned for their attention for months,
and now had it in spades.

Few of her lovers ever bothered with
ass play, so she’d never imagined that part of her anatomy could be so
erogenous. But the more he explored her
buttocks, squeezing then caressing, the hotter she became. A curl of arousal took up residence between
her legs, softening her pussy, dampening her slit until embarrassment forced
her to tighten her thighs.

Closing her eyes, Paige tuned out
the voices from the ongoing auction and shoved aside fretting over whether
anyone else’s eyes were on her. The
tantalizing caresses eased her into relaxing then prodded her to wiggle her
butt and loosen her thighs in a teasing hint to do more, to touch her where she
ached.

“I think she’s ready.”

The amused inflection in Trevor’s
voice snagged her attention one second before his words sank in. Before she could register the full meaning of
that comment, Troy halted the soothing, arousing strokes of his hand and
delivered a sharp swat to rival the one Damien issued on the stage.

Her head reared up in startled
astonishment at the abrupt switch from coaxing pleasure to blistering
pain. Before she could say anything, he
swatted her again, adding an identical throbbing burn on her other cheek.

“Take a deep breath, Paige, and lie
still. It’ll be over before you know
it.”

Shaking her hair out of her eyes,
she glared up at Trevor as Troy peppered her buttocks with an array of slaps
that robbed her of breath. “Easy…ow!…for you to say,” she gasped, her
mind consumed with the fiery heat spreading across her entire backside and the
deep throbbing encompassing her abused skin and spreading to her pussy.

“You should’ve heeded our warnings,
and remembered I mentioned consequences if you continued with your harebrained
scheme to interfere in my investigation,” Troy admonished without slowing the
rapid volley of spanks.

It was hard to think straight, to
pay attention to what either man said, but she managed to stick up for herself
with a quick rebuttal.“I don’t take
orders from anyone…holy shit!”Crap but those last two hurt!“Damn it, I’m not one of your little
groupies, willing to let you walk all over me.”Desperate to deny her body’s heated response and the pleasure inching
its way past her resistance to this degradation, she tried to wriggle away from
his descending hand, but Trevor reached out and clamped his hands over the top
of her thighs.Between Troy’s
imprisoning hand braced between her shoulders and Trevor’s tight told, they
left her no choice but to endure and accept her surprising reaction or say red
and pay the hefty price tag of ending this now.

Blurb:

Paige
Wilcox has been lusting after the Carlson brothers since the first time she saw
the two men enter the cops’ bar where she works. Problem is, neither man shows her the
slightest interest-not until her sister is attacked at a club and they discover
Paige posing as a submissive to draw out the assailant.

Troy and
Trevor Carlson always found the feisty redhead attractive, but steered clear of
personal involvement since she showed no signs of being sexually
submissive. Fear for her safety and a
determination to keep her out of their investigation into a serial attacker prods
them to insist she complete the terms of an auction contract after they win the
bid on her. Neither Paige nor the
brothers are prepared for the streak of submissiveness she exhibits under their
dual control.

Paige
doesn’t fight her growing need for the two men and the alternative sex they introduce
her to, but when they give no hints the feeling is mutual, she despairs of
anything coming of the short-term relationship.
It takes the reappearance of the man they were after and another threat
to Paige to get all three on board with giving a committed, three-way
relationship a try.

Publisher’s
Note: This steamy contemporary ménage
romance contains elements of power exchange.
While it is book six of the Miami Masters series, it can be read and
enjoyed as a standalone.

I
live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my
daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the
states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being
homebody. I worked for a while writing
articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself
peaking. My first book was strictly spanking
erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch
of suspense. My favorite genre to read
is suspense.

Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Felicity Brandon has dropped by to share "Zoe's Impetus," her contribution to the N.E.R.D. anthology.

Excerpt:

“Get
the book please, Miss Kellam,” he commands.

I
hesitate for a moment, amazed by how my body responds to the order. My nipples
stiffen into small peaks beneath my sweater, and I’m more than aware of how wet
my panties have become. What the hell has happened to my socially inept botany
Professor? He’s usually so quiet, so reserved and so obsessed with his plants,
he barely resembles the alpha-male now sitting waiting for me to answer him. I
eye the man furtively, my gaze rising over his unblemished skin to his waves of
dark hair.

Whatever
it is that has happened to Professor Neil, I like it.“Miss Kellam?”

I
leap at the sound of his voice, my heart racing out of control at his impatient
tone.

“The
book?” he repeats in a curt tone.

I
move, skipping back to my original place to collect the thick, hardback version
I had attempted earlier. Grabbing it, I head back to where he waits, presenting
it to him like a naughty school girl awaiting her headmaster’s verdict.

“Good,”
he replies, smiling at my response.

I
know he’s patronising me, and a part of me despises his tone, but the weight of
my arousal is so great that I ignore it. The professor is toying with me, and
for some reason I freaking love it.

“Well
done, Miss Kellam,” he says. “You’re going to need the book, not me, so I
suggest you keep it.”

Neil’s
eyes narrow, his gaze rising up the length of my body until it meets mine. “I
have found that certain ladies increase their focus once they’re over my lap,
Miss Kellam.”

And
there it is. He says the words so casually, as though he’s reading a shopping
list, and it takes me a few seconds to register their meaning.

Over
his lap?

My
eyes widen as the term resonates. I’m shocked, aghast at his suggestion. Why
would I be over the lap of one of my lecturers? And yet, as the anger washes
over me, there is something else. The simmering need his dominant display has
brought out in me begins to burgeon, threatening to boil over, and something
about the idea of being over his lap makes it peak.

“Your
lap?” I say, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. “W-why would they be
over your lap?”

I
know the answer—of course, I do. There is only one logical reason that anyone
would be draped over someone’s else’s body. But somehow, I have to hear the
words out loud…

“Impetus,”
he tells me with a smirk, his blue eyes penetrating me with relentless force.

Blurb:

Eight hot doms bring the action in
this geeky extravaganza of intelligent, Machiavellian and highly-skilled men
who aren't afraid to take control.

In this collection of short stories,
we explore the N.E.R.D. in all the usual settings you'd find one. From
comic-cons to classrooms, to even alien spaceships, we bring you the N.E.R.D.
in his full glory. The action is hot, the situations charming, and the men --
they are total N.E.R.D.s.

Bring a sense of humor, a bacon
sandwich and a fan because it's going to get hot in here!

Zoe’s Impetus by Felicity Brandon

I love biology, but botany is fast
turning out to be the bane of my life, and Professor Neil's the poster boy for
it. The content of the module is so dull, I’m struggling to keep on target, but
Professor Neil is offering me a unique olive branch. Can his unconventional
techniques help me make the grade?

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

“But he spanked you. I may not be an expert in taekwondo, but I’m pretty
sure it’s not normal practice for a coach to spank his pupil.”

Gritty, compelling, insanely sexy

Excerpt:

Holy fuck!

Dylan took in the sight before him,
barely able to believe the evidence of his own eyes. He would be hard pressed
to say what amazed him most—Jodie’s outright disregard for her promise of just
a few hours earlier, or that minuscule concoction of crimson latex masquerading
as a dress.

The dress won—by a whisker.

“What part of ‘absolutely no alcohol’ was
not perfectly clear to you, Jodie?”

He deliberately kept his voice soft but
still she had the grace to cringe. Jodie studied the half-empty bottle in her
hand as though not entirely certain quite how it came to be there.

“I just… I mean, I thought—”

“And did we not also discuss late nights?
Partying?”

“Yes, we did, but…”

Her voice trailed off. She dropped her
gaze and shifted from one foot to the other. At least she didn’t seem inclined
to defend her crap choices, but even so…

They had a problem.

“We need to talk, Jodie. Monday morning,
at the gym.” He was done. Disappointment and anger warred within him as he
stepped past her.

She grabbed his elbow, and Dylan paused.
He regarded her slender fingers on his sleeve, noted irrelevantly that she had
painted her nails to match the dress. That entire outfit could have been painted
on, come to think of it. He lifted his gaze to hers. Her pretty blue eyes
glittered, but he firmed his jaw in response.

“Was there something else?”

“Yes. What about the meeting, at the
bank? I thought…”

“Is there really any point, Jodie? I
explained what would be required to make an Olympic champion of you, and it’s
more than just a decent sponsorship deal. It’s a lifestyle, and clearly not one
you’re ready to take on board.”

“But I am. I want it, all of it.” She
spun around and handed the dregs of her beer to another girl standing
open-mouthed behind her, then turned to face him again. “One lapse, that was
all. I know what’s required and I do take my sport seriously. I’ll be
absolutely dedicated. You’ll never have any reason to complain. I’ll work hard,
and… and…”

“Then why are you here, Jodie?”

Was that a flicker of annoyance flitting
across her expressive features? She flattened her lips, drawing his attention
to the deep scarlet lipstick she had applied.

Christ, this
girl’s hot.

It hadn’t escaped Dylan’s notice that his
star pupil was fucking gorgeous. He was male, after all, and he had a pulse.
How could he fail to appreciate that curvy, sexy little body, so supple,
exquisitely toned, and supremely fit? As far as Dylan was concerned, strong was
sexy, and Jodie had it all going on. But all of that was beside the point. She
was his pupil, so off limits. Even here, within the not-so-hallowed walls of
Club Sin, that remained the case. All he needed to do now was convince his
rampant cock of that inconvenient little fact, and right at this moment he
wouldn’t give much for his chances.

Blurb:

After her
long-time taekwondo instructor passes away suddenly, Jodie Price is certain her
dreams of Olympic glory have been dashed, and she is thrilled when bold,
handsome coach Dylan Atkins offers his help. But Dylan’s training regimen will
be more rigorous than anything Jodie has experienced before, and she quickly
discovers that he is a firm believer in strict discipline.

When she is
caught drinking in defiance of Dylan’s rules, Jodie soon finds herself sobbing
and promising to do better as she is thoroughly paddled. Dylan’s stern
correction arouses her deeply, however, and it isn’t long before he takes her
in his arms and masters her completely. But though his skilled, dominant
lovemaking leaves her utterly spent and satisfied, will Jodie trust him enough to
tell him the truth when a powerful sponsor tries to use their romance to
blackmail her?

Publisher’s Note:
The Master includes spankings and
sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

USA Today Bestselling author Ashe Barker
writes erotic romance and spanking romance in a variety of genres including
contemporary, BDSM, paranormal, historical. ménage, gay romance and time
travel. She is a #1 Amazon Bestseller and all her stories feature hot alpha
males and sassy submissives, often with a lot to learn. Kink abounds, and
there’s enough dirty talk to satisfy the most demanding smut lover. However
dark and dirty the setting, love always emerges triumphant, and her stories
never fail to deliver a satisfying happy ever after.

About
Katy Swann

Katy lives in Kent, UK with her husband,
three children and three cats. She writes erotic BDSM romance with a strong
emphasis on Dominance and submission. Katy explores both the emotional and
sexual elements of D/s, with Doms that are firm but caring and submissives that
are strong and feisty.

She loves the 4 C’s: cats,
chocolate, champagne and coffee. When she’s not writing she spends her time as
a glorified taxi driver for her children and even finds time now and then to
indulge in her interests, which include Tai Chi, dance, music, aviation and
reading.

About Kathryn

Kathryn R. Blake has been writing romantic fantasies for over twenty years.
In addition to her writing, Kathryn enjoys reading, traveling (London especially), crewel needle work, and playing with graphics on her web site.

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Corbin's Bend Revamp

Corbin's Bend isn't dead, it's simply being revised and issued in a simpler format. The individual books from previous seasons will no longer be available for sale by themselves, but all will be made available in collections. In addition, Blushing Books intends to open up the series for more books. I will advise as soon as I know anything more.